"Is it going to my bedroom for a secret talk?" I asked Khadgar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No, of course it's the old place, we don't have a bad deal, do we?" his wrinkled face made a gesture that couldn't match his body, and smiled at me,

I knew what Khadgar was going to ask me, and it was something he had said here three years earlier, and it seemed to him that what had been told to him at the time might be more surprising than what Medivan had become, so the only natural conversation was that I had to talk to him alone. Considering the age of his current appearance, I felt that it might not be easy for him to climb to the roof of the castle, but since he wanted to return to that place, he was refused. That's still listening to him, the old place three years ago.

Khadgar and I went to the rooftop where no one disturbed, before I thought that this young man who had entered his old age would have a problem climbing the stairs, but I felt a little relieved to see his vigorous and more steady steps, that is, he only changed his appearance, and did not affect his ability and energy, but his old body increased his sense of calm and habit of cherishing time, and these were the only blessings that were brought to him by being cursed by Medivan, and of course it was also a comfort to poor Khadgar.

Ideas are ideas, and we are not here to look at each other, but to solve all kinds of doubts and doubts. I asked him to help me peek into my future, believing that he should have a result at this time.

"Did you already know about the orc invasion, the rebellion of Medivan, and the assassin Garona? You wanted to tell me these secrets three years ago, but you didn't. Do you know what mistakes you've made? If we had been prepared, it wouldn't have been the way it is. ”

When we came to this place where no one was around, Khadgar spoke first, and his question did carry more weight than I wanted to know, so he vented it directly on me. And I was prepared for this, and I knew that it would be impossible to hide it all from this clever mage, so it was necessary to tell him some truth.

"Of course I know, and I know more than you think, but I can't say, first, if I had told you about Medivan's rebellion, you wouldn't have believed it. And if I told my father or someone else about the orc invasion, do you think you'd believe it? I think everyone thinks I'm talking in my sleep. And that might be fine, if he detects me, maybe my fate will be like that of your master Jazba, you know what I'm talking about (if you don't know the name, see The Last Guardian of the Warcraft official novel). ”

"Yes, you did the right thing. After I said that, Khadgar became calm. And I obviously haven't finished recounting his doubts.

"If I were to tell you about Garona's betrayal, I would hardly imagine you being able to escape Medivan's clutches and complete the assassination of Medivan. ”

Khadgar thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, but that didn't dispel his doubts about me, "But who you are, a human prince can't know this." What the hell are you, is it the same as Medivan that hosts another soul?"

As for my identity, I don't think I need to explain it at all. But seeing his skeptical and wary gaze, I could only swear, "I swear in the honor of the Light... I am Alsace, the crown prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron. ”

"Really, you're just human?"

"You'll learn later, no paladin would lie in front of the Light. ”

"Perhaps, if we can win the victory against the Horde, you may still be able to continue to be your prince and your so-called 'king'....." Khadgar choked up a little at this time, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. But the act of him trying to draw his sword, and a disgusting attitude, really made me feel a little uneasy. I guess I guessed something..... that wasn't a good outcome for me. The mage who saw the future must have seen something bad about my future, so I asked him tentatively.

"You've seen that world, Draenor, the world of the Orcs, which means you've seen the battlefield stretch out there, not our world of Azeroth. That means we're going to win, at least this time. ”

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot, I saw the scene you said, it was my last days, I died in that damn world. When I said this, Khadgar nodded quickly and smiled, but it was quickly overshadowed by sadness. "But seeing how efficiently you nobles do things, it's hard for me to imagine that I can still see that future, it's ironic, and now I'm looking forward to that ending. Khadgar said with some anger, apparently he was talking about the kings, who were still arguing for their own interests.

"No....you underestimate my father too much, he will try to give you a satisfactory result. "Actually, I would say that Lord Lothar will be the leader of the Alliance. But now, perhaps without explanation..... it was at this moment that the bell rang again, and a great decision was read aloud as the bell ended, and the result was the same, and it was the same as I wanted to say

"I officially announce that Lord Lothar will be the leader of our Alliance's army..."When the herald shouted the resolution of the meeting, the hall erupted in such enthusiasm that we could hear it clearly from the top of the rooftop. Khadgar smiled again at the result. But when his eyes returned to me, they returned to seriousness. So he asked me again.

"If you know what the future holds, why do you want me to help you see your future, don't you know?"

"Yes, that's why you can help me see what my future looks like. Isn't he a good king?" I know that the Tower of Medivan can help people see something about the future, present, and past. From now on, everything it shows is correct. So he can also represent everything. So I very much hope that he will answer yes truthfully. Seriously, I'm really worried that he'll see me like that, Death Knight~?

But he didn't answer as I expected, but told me vaguely.

"The outcome may have been predestined..... but if I say yes now....that will discourage you from progressing... Still....you can experience it yourself, I can't stop it anyway. This time, he wanted to stop talking. And this attitude of his made me very worried, maybe he really saw me, after all, I was still the Lich King who killed my father after all? He didn't leave his sword with his right hand, as if to stop or prevent this from happening.

I thought about it like a dead heart.

I'm not afraid of death, but as a paladin I really can't tolerate a ruin, maybe it would be a relief for him to kill me now.

"If possible, you can stop that evil from appearing, right now. I pointed to my heart and motioned for him to stab, and at my encouragement he drew his sword without hesitation.

And closed his eyes. I'm really afraid that I'm still going to be like that, and if that's the case, it's better to die now than the value of the nation.

Khadgar looked at me and thought about it for a long time, but finally chose to give up and turned away. I realized that he had no intention of doing so, so I opened my eyes and asked him again.

"If you don't change now, maybe you'll never have a chance to stop the tragedy from happening, Master Khadgar. ”

"If this is the case, there is nothing I can do to change it, I don't want to lose the total war with the orcs, Your Highness the Prince," he said and descended the stairs, leaving me alone and left alone.

I had thought about the worst possible outcome of my meeting with Khadgar, and it was worse than anything else. I could only walk down the steps in disgrace and walk the way I was supposed to go. Maybe I should still enjoy my fond memories before this, like now, my golden childhood.

So I picked up a little and walked to my father in the hall, perhaps forgetting that he had not allowed me to attend this meeting.

"Arthas, this is Prince Varian Wrynn, the future King of Stormwind. "My father introduced me to the guests, but I didn't need such an introduction, but I still had to show it in terms of etiquette

"Your Highness," I bowed to him in greeting. But judging from the face, because of the rooftop conversation, my current appearance is not as good as the face of the dead father in front of me. Seeing my expression, my father thought that I was sympathetic to Varian's situation, and instead of blaming me, he was relieved of me.

"Welcome to Lordaeron and we hope you enjoy the environment. "Although my father is proud of me, today's protagonist is the guest in front of me.

"Thank you very much, really appreciate it. "Varian was moved to tears when he saw my expression and my father's enthusiasm. And this scene also dispelled my unhappiness just now, and gradually came out of the shadow just now, so I looked at the friend in front of me again.

Varian's voice was stiff and tired, his attire, beanie, coat, and breeches were worn out, perhaps with his scarred face, to make it clear that even at such a young age he had been involved in the fight. You can see the crisis at that time. But it looks like it's been worn for half a lifetime, so dirty. His face was visibly washed, but there were still traces of dust on his temples, as well as on his fingernails. She doesn't look like a king's prince in every way, but more like a warrior. But the biggest feature is his neck, because you can't see it at all.

"Prince Varian, I'll send some servants over shortly, bringing some food, towels, bathtubs, etc., so you can relax. My father interrupted my musings, but he still called him prince. I felt that the title was no longer necessary after getting acquainted, but when I saw the eyes of other people, I gradually understood why my father repeated it so much now. With everything lost and only one left, Varian needs to know that he is still respected and still a royal status. Varian bit his lip and nodded in agreement. The eyes of the people around him have also changed, and now they are looking at him just like me

"Thank you," he said, as he steady, and it seemed that he understood my father's painstaking efforts.

"Arthas, I handed over the guest to you. The father squeezed Varian's shoulder as if to comfort him, and then went to the political meeting alone.

Assassin, our two boys stared at each other. I don't think he knew what to say to the other as I did, because I really didn't know if Khadgar had told Varian about me, and if it was, then I'm sure the boy might never forgive me. That's why I've decided to start here, which is:

"I feel sorry for your father. ”

I first broke the silence and comforted him, and he thanked me only as a courtesy, perhaps because a child like me would not be taken seriously by him.

"Thank you. Then Varian shrank back, turned away, and walked straight out of the window to look into the distance, completely ignoring me, as if he didn't want to talk to me.... Or is it because he hates me but has nowhere to vent in the face of my help, or is it because I think too much and he just wants to escape the topic? I don't know how to communicate with him again, or if he knows more...... Maybe

"I'm really sorry, I..."

"He was assassinated. Varian's voice was muffled and numb. When he looked at me again, I was frightened. His silhouette looked so strange in the light of the winter snow, only the blood-filled brown eyes full of pain seemed to be alive. "A trusted friend arranged for her to be alone with him, and then she killed him, just to stab him in the heart. He made a gesture similar to an assassination, and then calmly became painful, "Every King of Lane is like this, and he will never be able to break our fate..."

Varian turned to him and stared at him for a long time. Countless emotions crossed his face—anger, distrust, gratitude, longing, understanding. Suddenly, tears filled his brown eyes, and he looked away, clasped his arms, and tried to suppress his whimper, but his shoulders trembled with it. Finally cried out, a bitter and poignant cry mourning the lost father, the lost kingdom, and the lost life. And before this moment, he may well not even have the courage to grieve. I knew it was time to save him with the Light I had learned, so I took his arm and touched his stiff rocky muscles. Gradually, he was infected by the power of my Light, and everything turned into tears of sadness.

"I hate winter," Varian choked, a few words that didn't make sense, but the pain was deep. The power of my Light worked, but my power alone was not enough for him to escape, especially when there was nothing he could do about it. He lowered his hand and turned to look out the window.

Seeing him so sad, and his attitude towards me, or the only good news for me, was that Khadgar still hadn't told the kid about it, but what else. His country is ruined, but he will eventually recover, but I'm just looking at all the glitz.

I couldn't help but lean towards him and look out through the skylight, the snow continued to fall, and we both had our own winters. I may be even more envious than Wari, after all, he still has someone to talk to, and I can only face a lonely and cold future.